Jackie’s son had only six months with his mother. Six months of lullabies. Six months of warm snuggles. Six months of being lifted, fed, soothed, kissed, and loved in the quiet language only a mother and baby seem to understand. To measure that time by a calendar alone would make it seem small. Half a year. A beginning cut short. A story with too few pages. Yet love does not obey the calendar. It does not become meaningful only after years have passed. It does not need long s